In what ways are you like your mother?

I have spent my life trying not to be like my Mother unfortunately I look like her!!!

The one thing I do inherit from my mother, is her feminism. Not that she realised she was a feminist. She was brought up in an entirely femle household (her father died in WW1): that consisted of her mother, sister, grandmother and aunt and my grandmother was certainy feminist in all her attitudes, so DM just absorbed it and brought up her family of girls to just assume that the world was their oyster. That sense of entitlement to be treated equally in any situation has been the greatest gift she could give have given her daughters.

It's strange as I am nothing like my mum to look at - she was much shorter than me and a different build and I definitely have my father's nose and yet I often glance in the mirror nowadays and see her looking back at me. Temperament wise I think I'm more like my dad too - she was often depressed and luckily I'm always optimistic. She wasn't adventurous at all which I'm not and was afraid of change like me but she was fun loving, loved company and everyone even now speaks of her with great affection. She would have been 98 yesterday In all I'm a mix of the pair of them I suspect.

I catch sight of her in my mirror sometimes, but apart from that I have tried very hard to be nothing like my mother! I never felt loved whilst she doted on my brother, even though I was the one who did everything I could for her. I have tried especially to be completely fair towards my daughters and GCs, remembering how much I felt hurt by her. Fortunately my father was a wonderful Dad, so I hope I have inherited some of his character traits.

I’m more like my father, but my DM was a very strong woman and I like to think I am too. I’m more of a hands on grandma, more sentimental in many ways and less stubborn. I really wish I were more like her physically, as she was petite, with the most beautiful green eyes and thick dark hair. I’ve inherited none of that!

I’m not like my mother at all and she has always favoured her third child who is most like her in personality and looks. I take after my father’s side of the family and my mother has acknowledged over the years that it is a good job that I do as I have been able to cope with all that life has thrown at me and give her the support that she needed.

Not to be like one's mother, is not a criticism. It is merely a statement of fact. We are all a chance combination of the genes of both our parents and the interplay between parent and child as well as outside influences all go to affect our adult persona. I have inherited features and personality traits that my maternal grandmother had, but which my mother did not have. However I look far more like my father's family and as I did not have the difficult childhood my mother had, do not have the fears and anxieties that shaped her life.

Not a bit like my mother who was an inveterate worrier which I am not. And, sadly, I am now four years older than she ever was.

Not a bit like my mother who was an inveterate worrier which I am not. And, sadly, I am now four years older than she ever was.

I'm nothing like my mother but I wish I was more like her, both in looks and temperament.

I'm sorry storynanny and others who found their mothers difficult to like and love.
I heard a good sermon on Mothers Day last year about forgiving our mothers for the areas where they fell short. I hadn't thought about Mothers Day in that way before.

I would be extremely sad and disappointed if anyone thought I was like my mother in anyway. She was cold, self centred, racist, didn’t like children, shouldn’t have had any children, had no interest in her grandchildren, a hypochondriac, critical, and made my lovely dads life difficult.

There’s not a physical resemblance that I can see but others say they do. She was a bit of a perfectionist, disliked loud noise and crowds, loved the sea, the garden and children, was impatient with illness. I have those traits although overall she had more patience than I do right now. Also I’m told I have a heap of common sense as she had. I do hear some of her words coming from my mouth and often cringe inwardly.

I know I look like my mum, and our daughter is like me, so strong genetic trait through the female side, but I do so hope that I have inherited all her loving nature, generosity, common sense, and resourcefulness.

My mother was so kind and patient, and very wise. I adored her. She had such a hard young life and was treated badly but it never made her bitter or cruel. I became her companion and aide in her later life until she died and it was an honour and a privilege to care for her. She never grumbled or complained and she didn't have a bad word to say about anyone. She liked to laugh, saw the funny side of things and there was always a silver lining in any difficult situation. I am not nearly as nice as she was. I don't think anybody could be. I have her strength and optimism and also like to laugh. I am very easy going as she was. My children, her grandchildren, adored her. I miss her every day.

I'm a very strong person as she was,always there for everyone..and I'd give you the shirt off my back if you needed it ..same as she would have .I couldn't be like a better person .

My mother also gave me my love of ballet. How could I forget to mention that? It was a great bond.

I look completely different. She was very fair, a solid build (not fat at all). I’m very slim and dark, like my father. She was much more shy than I’ve ever been, but far more practical. She was a brilliant cook. I’m not.

Her interests were very similar to mine - books, poetry, and particularly classical music. She was the better pianist, but I’m the better singer. She was quietly feminist, as I am. She had advanced views for someone born in the first decade of the 20th century, so I never felt being a girl had any disadvantages. I had all the same opportunities as my brother. (My father had these attitudes, too, I’m glad to say.)

We were always good friends, and I very much miss talking to her.

My daughter always said she would not say the things I said to her to her own children - then she heard the words coming out of her mouth

I often take my dad shopping and on one of our trips he bumped into someone he hadn’t seen for years, who assumed I was my mum ( she died 2 years ago ) . My dad laughed but I was horrified it did wonders for my confidence (not )

I loved her, she loved me, she was a wonderful mother to the five of us. My three sisters were closer to her but I spent much of my childhood with my Father's extended family, my siblings didn't. I feel some guilt that I loved my fathers sister so very much , even named our first born for her. Yet it was an agreement between my parents and my Aunt that I spent part of my time with them and part with her .

I can't think of any way in which I'm like my mother, apart from my hair. I'm much more like my Dad.
Even so, we were close in her final years, though we got on eachother's nerves a lot.
I'm glad I could be near her at that time, and we managed not to actually fall out.

My mum was, in my opinion, The Best Mum in the World! I hope my children feel the same about me but I wouldn't put money on it!!

My mum was glamorous till two weeks before she died. She was a classic woman who came of age in the late 1930's early 1940's and loved beautiful clothes, good hair, dancing and high heels. She also was a mean gardener, artist and party lover.
I'm not glam but I do like good clothes and gardening. I'm not a romantic, she was. Her grandchildren loved her and rarely misbehaved in her care - I seem to luckily have a similar relationship with my grandchildren.
She taught us to love the day on the basis it would never come again, so there must be something good in it.